A Mundance Monday Post –

Last weekend, my husband and I decided to celebrate our two-year anniversary with a proper night out. Nothing extravagant, just a cozy dinner at a local steakhouse tucked right into our neighborhood. It felt familiar and special in the best way. We ordered the porterhouse, which never disappoints, shared a bottle of wine, and capped the meal with two espresso martinis that felt both indulgent and celebratory. It was one of those evenings where time slows down just enough for you to really enjoy it.

When we got home, we did what any sensible people would do, left our neatly packed bag of leftovers on the counter, and then immediately did what we knew was a bad idea. There’s a spot not too far from us, the kind of place you swear you won’t go to again… until you do. For reasons that still don’t fully make sense, we decided to go anyway.

At first, it was fun. Harmless. Then it became clear we were getting a little too lit. I always know I’ve crossed that line when I start offering drinks to strangers. Something about a buzz turns me into a wildly generous version of myself, handing out drinks like party favors. It’s funny in the moment, less so the next day.

The following morning, reality hit hard. I felt absolutely terrible. Truly not a vibe. Gone are the days when I could bounce back from a night out without consequences, and yet somehow I still forget that. Being hungover for two days feels like a relic of the past I don’t want to revisit, but occasionally, despite my best intentions, it sneaks back into the present. I guess that’s where reflection comes in.

So now we’re recoveringslowly and trying to rein things in after the anniversary. We’re attempting to spend less, which is ambitious considering it’s the holidays, but we’ll see how that goes. Aside from that, the week itself was pretty chill. Nothing too wild. The weather’s gotten colder, and I’m trying to ease back into better habits, though I’ll admit we’re still ordering out way more than we should.

I think it’s the winter blues creeping in, the desire to be cozy, stay home, and hibernate just a little. I’m still working out, still eating well… or at least cooking when I can. I know I’ll get back into a better rhythm soon. For now, I’m giving myself a bit of grace.

And that, more or less, was my week.